Dear Elizabeth Prince,
I feel like I owe this to you. I'm not sure whether you remember me. I wasn't on this account. It was a different one. I was one of your first readers. You were so pleased. It was heart-warming. Strange. I didn't know you other than from your books, and the brief conversations we had.
I only recently reread your Snarry fanfictions, and I checked to see if you were still active. I was ready to read everything, since your work is so good. You have so much potential. I was so sure you would one day become a famous author. I'm not sure what happened, liz. I don't know. Maybe you quit Wattpad. I would understand, its overwhelming with everything else going on. I find that hard to believe though. You were so passionate, so ready to take on the world.
I don't want to come too fast to conclusions. I want to believe that everything is fine and that you are living your life happily and cancer-free. I now know the cancer spread, and I can't help but worry something went wrong. I know you were aware of the complications that could take place after the transplant. I know this was your decision.
And I'm so proud of you. If something has happened, I just hope you knew that you were so loved, as an author and as a person. Its a shame that you were ripped away from us so soon, you had so much potential. You were always so kind.
Thankyou for writing for us, and thankyou for being so kind. I'll miss you. You know I will. I don't know why I'm writing this, the chances of you seeing it are so low I don't think its possible. Perhaps its for the same reason Harry did. You changed so many lives, Elizabeth. I hope you are okay and having fun, whether that be on the Earth or in Heaven. Fly high, Elizabeth Prince.
Sincerely,
Me.